Trafficked Love Ch. 11
Chapter Eleven: Misplaced Trust What the bloody hell was this guy doing here? Who was he? What the hell was Dante planning? Was this some sick turn of events? Did they expect her to do stuff with the both of them? This was never discussed. This was never arranged. Was the dress Dante bought her, something to bribe her into doing them both? What the fuck was going on!? Angel was frozen in her tracks. She was mortified that there was another man, someone she had never met, in the apartment. The shock was clear on her face. The stranger seemed to be as equally shocked. Dante stood, his movement broke the stranger’s gaze, but Angel’s eyes were still locked on the man. “Angel,” Dante started “this is a friend of mine, John. John, this …